CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR.
ANOTHER START.
Before Anson's jaw had time to return to its place the sergeant and his men sprang up to attention, looking as stiff as if on parade.
West was the first to see the reason, and he nudged Ingleborough, just as a stern voice asked what was wrong.
"Bit of a row, sir, between the two despatch-riders and this prisoner, sir," replied the sergeant.

"Prisoner charges these two gentlemen with assaulting him.

Says he's a Boer!" The new-comer, who had four officers in attendance upon him during what was apparently a tour of inspection of the camp, turned sharply on the two friends.
"I cannot have the prisoners ill-treated," he said.

"Why is this ?" "Because he is not a Boer, sir," said Ingleborough sharply.

"This man was in the company's office with us at Kimberley.